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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
By M. M.
WHAT offerings can we bring Thee, Lord?
  Thy ruined Temple stands forlorn;
Its stones are level with the sward
  Or alien altars now adorn.
And bitter desolation stills        5
  The lowings of the stately herds,
The bleatings on a hundred hills,
  The shepherds’ songs of joyous words.
No fields of corn or luscious vines
  Thy people’s toiling hands engage,        10
And from the Ghetto’s dark confines
  They make no holy pilgrimage
To bring their offerings to Thy shrine
  With sound of tabret and of lute;
They pour a draught of bitter wine        15
  And lay before Thee Dead Sea fruit!
Oh, give us back our fathers’ days,
  The land they trod in festive glee,
When harvestings were acts of praise
  And best ripe fruits were gifts to Thee!        20

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